THE GREEN BABY SWING

After Nana’s funeral, Xavier and his mother clean out her attic.

Afraid of monsters or dragons, Xavier dons his bicycle helmet and grabs a wooden spoon before he, his mother, and his cat, Comet, head upstairs. They don’t find anything scary—just unusual old objects. To dispel Xavier’s sadness over Nana’s death, his mother tells him, “We’ll make sure to keep her in our stories.” As they open boxes, Xavier learns about Nana and his mother. When they find paintbrushes, his mother says that Nana was an artist. Xavier says, “I’m an artist, too.” After his mother shows him a tiny pair of shoes, he’s surprised to learn that she was once a child. Xavier finds a cloth that his mother calls a “green baby swing.” Though it may not look like a swing, Xavier’s mother sings quietly: “It isn’t a swing like a swing in the park. / It’s made out of tenderness, knotted and dark.” The full song, repeated several times, describes its “swaying motion” as it was used to lull babies to sleep, including his mom and Xavier. Children will soon be singing along and demanding a baby swing of their own. Featuring soft, muted watercolor and pencil illustrations, this gentle, understated tale about a grandparent’s passing may inspire families to share their own memories. Xavier and his mother are brown-skinned.

A tender tale that pulls generations together.